Topic: music
This morning, when I awoke about daybreak, there was only one bird calling in the woods near my window. A woods that's filled with birds. That bird called and called, getting no answer for at least a half hour. Just now, I heard some chattering. And a few minutes earlier I heard chirping that I deduct came from the little bird house on my front porch, where chickadees have made a home for the babies that will soon move to the trees nearby.
In my way of thinking, these creatures have little to sing about. Yet they don't need a lot. That's the key, I'm certain.
That's why they sing their greatest anthems right after big storms. For it's just the storms that are large enough to even alarm humans inside of the protection of strong houses, that heighten the fears of self-sufficient birds. Self-sufficient because they know that they can be content with so little.
What teachers! If only I have ears to listen. To their songs AND to their wisdom.
